[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:10.29]The floor creaks,
[00:11.01]The door squeaks,
[00:12.45]There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
[00:14.40]And I set by myself
[00:15.00]Like a cobweb on a shelf,
[00:28.08]By myself in a lonely room.
[00:32.13]But when there's a moon in my winder
[00:35.91]And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
[00:44.16]Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
[01:06.93]And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
[01:26.40]And all the things that I wish fer
[01:29.94]Turn out like I want them to be,
[01:37.56]And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
[01:51.84]Who thinks he is better'n me,
[01:58.41]And the girl that I want
[02:00.12]Ain't afraid of my arms,
[02:01.20]And her own soft arms keep me warm.
[02:03.54]And her long, yeller hair
[02:04.53]Falls acrost my face
[02:05.94]Jist like the rain in a storm...
[02:08.67]The floor creaks,
[02:10.20]The door squeaks,
[02:14.25]And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
[02:17.64]And the sun flicks my eyes –
[02:26.37]It was all a pack o' lies!
[02:29.10]I'm awake in a lonely room.
[02:30.99]I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
[02:36.00]I ain't gonna leave her alone!
[02:41.61]Goin' outside,
[02:42.27]Git myself a bride,
[02:46.38]Git me a womern to call my own.

作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
作曲 : Richard Rodgers
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
And I set by myself
Like a cobweb on a shelf,
By myself in a lonely room.
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
And all the things that I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be,
And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
Who thinks he is better'n me,
And the girl that I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm.
And her long, yeller hair
Falls acrost my face
Jist like the rain in a storm...
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
And the sun flicks my eyes –
It was all a pack o' lies!
I'm awake in a lonely room.
I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
I ain't gonna leave her alone!
Goin' outside,
Git myself a bride,
Git me a womern to call my own.